The universe must be having a slow night.
Cath CrowleyEverything in the world's got a voice; most people don't hear hard enough is all. Sunrise sounds like slow chords dripping from my guitar this morning. Sad chords, in B-flat.
Cath CrowleyI look over at Ed. He's staring out the window giving Leo the thumbs-down. I wait till he's looking at me, then I give him two fingers up. He gives me two fingers back. I give him the middle finger. He gives it back to me. I don't know any more signs, so I make up one. Three fingers. Take that, mister. He sticks up four. I call your four and raise you five. He skips straight to ten and does something with his thumb that disturbs me. I bounce my hands on my lap. Ed bounces his lap right back.
Cath CrowleyI kept thinking I wouldn't make it to Friday night. That something would happen before then to mess with my luck, something like a nuclear bomb going off so there was nowhere for us to meet.
"Pretty harsh," Leo said when I called him to come get me because she'd left me in the gutter with a broken nose. She never even called to check she hadn't killed me. A date like that makes a guy wish they would drop the bomb. Right over his house.
The ticking inside
On the inside of him there’s a wire fence
And past the wire fence is a dog And past the dog are thieves And past the thieves
Is a gang of bad dreams
And past the dreams
If you can get past the dreams Are the things that make him tick Tick, tick, tick
(Page 54).
Let me meet Poet, too, but mainly Shadow. The guy who paints in the dark. Paints birds trapped on brick walls and people lost in ghost forests. Paints guys with grass growing from their hearts and girls with buzzing lawn mowers. A guy who paints things like that is a guy I could fall for. Really fall for
Cath CrowleyTo the train yard,' she says and pushes on the pedals. We don't move.
`Anytime,' I tell her. `You know. While we're still young and beautiful.'
She pushes hard again.
`You weigh a tonne.'
`You need me to drive?'
`I need momentum, that's all. Get off.'
`You're very charming, but you must hear that all the time.'
`Get off,' she says.`I'll ride and you run after me and jump on the bike.'
`Do many guys ask you out twice?'
`Only the ones with balls.
I escaped onto the wall, a painted ghost trapped in a jar. I stood back to look at it and I knew the sad thing wasn't that the ghost was running out of air. the sad thing was that he had enough air in that small space to last him a lifetime. What were you thinking, little ghost? Letting yourself get trapped like that?
Cath CrowleyTags: ed
I want to sit on the other side of the table from him so he doesn't think I'm interested, but there's no room on the other side so I sit as far away from him as I can and try to have an out-of-body experience.
Cath CrowleyTags: lucy
I asked him what it was like to have a dad. He said he didn't think it mattered who you had as long as you had somebody good.
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